Too Tired To Care.

I don't want compassion, or for someone to care.

I don't want someone to listen to why I'm going crazy.

I don't want to take medicine to get better.

I don't need someone to be here for me.

I don't need someone to be there so I feel shame for cutting again.

I don't need your presence.

I need you to fix me.

I need to be better

I need not to be sick and twisted anymore

I need to not feel stressed.

I need things to stop

I need for me to leave and never come back

I though I was done with this

I thought I was better

I thought you fixed me God

I thought everything was fine

I thought I'd never fall into this again

I thought things would be all right

but they're not

But things didn't get better, not at the core

but I didn't change

but I was still the same

but I'm still broken

but I guess I'm not fixable

But I guess I'm wanted

but I guess I'm too much of a failure

But I guess I'm too worthless

I guess I'm not good enough

I guess things aren't supposed to be good

I guess I'll forever be broken

I guess things are just as they're supposed to be

I guess I was never supposed to not be depressed.
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Uh so I wrote this just a few weeks short of being two years clean from not cutting. Then I started feeling shitting again, and now here I am. A disappointment